Chapter 171 Saha World At this time, Lu Mingfei has completely broken free from the shackles of humanity. His form no longer belongs to the mundane category, and it is even difficult to describe it in words. His golden pupils are as blazing as flames, like two burning stars, illuminating the night sky blindingly. His wings slowly spread out. They are not ordinary wings, but black wings that cover the sky woven from darkness and nothingness, as if they are going to swallow up the entire world. The bones in his body were deforming and reorganizing crazily, accompanied by a low and terrifying sound. The sound was like the collapse of a glacier that had existed for thousands of years, or like a giant beast from the abyss breaking out of its shell. His body continued to expand in a strange and elegant posture. Thunder and lightning flashed around him, like a divine song composed for him, and flames rose from his body. They were not earthly flames, but the dark and cold flames of hell. He has the ferocity of a wild beast, like an evil spirit that has been suppressed for thousands of years and finally breaks out of the ground, carrying endless rage; he also possesses a transcendent divine majesty, like the fallen angel in ancient legends who has come to the world again. Under his black wings, there is endless destruction and judgment, and his every breath seems to drive the storm and thunder between heaven and earth. In this battlefield filled with fire and destruction, Lu Mingfei's figure is like a legendary god - both a savior and a destroyer. His face is looming in the shadow of the flames, and his expression reveals indifference, loneliness and deep fatigue, as if he is carrying the heavy fate of the entire world. The black wings spread out in the wind, blocking out the stars and the moon. Thunder and lightning intertwined around his body. Flames condensed into shape in his hands. He was a perfect combination of darkness and light, holiness and evil. He looked like a fallen angel in heaven and a demon walking out of the abyss. God and demon, angels and evil spirits, were all integrated into his body at this moment. The White King's dragon pupils shrank violently, and he felt a chill coming from the depths of his soul. It felt like he was staring into the abyss, and the abyss was also staring at him. Every step Lu Mingfei took seemed to be striking his domain, step by step, making the White King feel exposed. He had only felt this feeling of threat from the black supreme. "You are him... Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" The White King's deep voice was trembling with an unprecedented tremor, "You can't be that existence... Your essence is so distorted that even I can't tell!" Lu Mingfei did not answer. He just raised his head and stared coldly at the White King with his golden pupils. There was no anger, no pity, and even no emotion in those pupils. It was as if the White King in front of him was not some ancient god, but just a piece of stubborn stone that was about to be crushed. “Human… no, what should I call you?” The White King finally spoke, with a rare hint of uneasiness in his tone, “I have never seen anything like you. You are no longer human, but you are not a dragon either. What exactly are you?!” "What am I?"
Lu Mingfei softly repeated the question raised by the White King. His tone was extremely calm and indifferent, as if he was narrating something insignificant. However, the power revealed in his tone suddenly froze the air around him, and the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence. Then, he raised his head, his golden eyes locked onto the White King coldly, his gaze seemed to penetrate all illusions. The corners of his mouth slowly raised a mocking smile, and he uttered a few words lightly: "You traitors don't need to know." This cold answer was neither anger nor a threat, but an all-contemptuous one. Although Lu Mingfei's voice was soft, it was like an absolute judgment that fell on the depths of the White King's soul, forcibly stripping away his divine brilliance and shattering his only remaining pride. “How dare you!” The White King’s pupils suddenly contracted and then he roared again. He tried to use his last bit of strength to restore the dignity of the gods. His huge dragon wings flapped violently, and endless black flames fell from the sky, bombarding Lu Mingfei like a divine punishment. That was his Word Spirit·Black Flame Prison, a destructive force that was enough to burn all life to ashes. However, Lu Mingfei did not even look at the black flames that were coming towards him. He just raised the Butu Yuhun in his hand slightly, and swung the black blade lightly, as if casually pushing away a breeze. "boom--!" The black flame was torn apart by the pitch-black blade, turning into broken flames all over the sky. Even the aftermath failed to get close to Lu Mingfei's body. He still stood there, his black wings vibrating slightly, and the flames and thunder on his body jumped even more violently. The White King never thought that the Black Flame Prison could cause any harm to Lu Mingfei. He did this only to buy time for the next Word Spirit. Soon a white light enveloped the entire Tokyo. Word Spirit·Saha World This is one of the supreme omnipotences of the White King. Not under the oracle that claims to be able to resist the Black King's words, in the realm of the Saha world, the boundary between reality and illusion has been completely blurred, and everything will be decided by the White King. The White King's dragon body that had been corroded by the Taotie poison quickly recovered, and the wound on his chest that was pierced by the Taotie blade did not even leave a trace. His huge body glowed with divine light again, covered with golden domain ripples, and every dragon scale revealed an inviolable majesty. Within the domain, the flow of time became disordered, the space around Lu Mingfei began to distort violently, the existence of Black Wing seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, the hellfire was suppressed by the white light and gradually became dim, even the thunder seemed to be sealed in the endless void, turning into silent arcs. The White King did not rush to attack, but looked down at Lu Mingfei, his dragon eyes were full of ridicule and contempt, as if declaring His absolute victory. However, facing such a desperate situation, Lu Mingfei did not panic at all. He stood there quietly, his golden eyes still burning with an undying light, his face without any expression, as if he had completely ignored the threat of the Saha world. He looked down at the Butu Yuhun in his hand, the black blade still leaping with the flames of hell, as if roaring in a low voice, and as if waiting for the next instruction from the master. Just when Lu Mingfei was about to swing the knife in his hand, the surrounding environment suddenly disappeared, and there was only darkness in front of his eyes. Soon, someone gently pushed his shoulder, accompanied by a girl's voice. "Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei, get up, the teacher is calling you." Lu Mingfei looked up and found that he was actually in his high school classroom. Chen Wenwen was sitting next to him, and the bald head teacher was still talking at the podium. The sunlight shone on his body from the window, bringing a warm feeling. Everything seemed so real, as if what he had experienced before was just a dream. Lu Mingfei was stunned.
He subconsciously looked down at his hands. There was no blood, no flames, no shocking black scales, and no Butsu Yuhun that was always burning with the flames of hell. His palms were white and slender, and his fingertips were slightly cold. They belonged to an ordinary high school student. Looking around again, he saw everything that was familiar to him - blue sky and white clouds outside the window, sunlight shining through the treetops onto the desk, the sound of classmates flipping through books and occasional whispers in the classroom, Chen Wenwen was writing something with her head down, her hair fluttering gently in the breeze outside the window. As for the bald head teacher on the podium, he was still talking about "College Entrance Examination is the only chance to change your destiny", and his excited look was very familiar to everyone. It all seemed so real and peaceful. Lu Mingfei could even clearly hear the footsteps coming from the corridor outside the classroom and the rustling of leaves in the wind. "What's going on?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. He instinctively felt a deep sense of disobedience, but he couldn't find any flaws. He raised his head and looked at Chen Wenwen beside him. She seemed to notice his gaze, turned her head slightly and showed a faint smile: "Lu Mingfei, what are you daydreaming about? Didn't you hear the head teacher just asked you to answer the question?" Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. The previous scenes were still echoing in his mind - the black wings that covered the sky, the golden pupils, the black flames that destroyed the world, and the extremely cold words "You traitors, there is no need to know". Those scenes were so vivid, as if they had just happened, but everything before his eyes was so real that it was beyond doubt. "Could it be that everything that just happened... was a dream?" Lu Mingfei asked himself in his heart. He tried to recall, but the memories about the battlefield, the White King, and Butsu Yuhun became blurred, as if shrouded by a thick fog. He felt that they were important, but he could not grasp them. "Lu Mingfei!" The head teacher's voice interrupted his thoughts, with a hint of impatience, "What are you daydreaming about? I'm asking you a question. If you can't answer it, stand in the corridor!" There was a burst of snickers in the classroom. Lu Mingfei looked up and saw that the eyes of the whole class were focused on him. His eyes swept over those familiar faces, Chen Wenwen, Su Xiaoqiang, Zhao Menghua... and a few boys who liked to bully him all day long. Each face was so real that it was impossible to doubt it. He could even hear their whispers in low voices. “I…I…” Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but his mind was blank. He didn’t even know what question the head teacher had just asked. "Sure enough, you still have no ambition at all!" The head teacher sighed, his tone full of disappointment, "You are daydreaming all day long. Do you think the college entrance examination will give you a second chance? Hurry up and stand in the corridor and reflect on yourself!" Lu Mingfei stood up slowly and walked towards the corridor outside the classroom. The snickering of his classmates was irritating to him, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, looking out the window. Under the blue sky and white clouds was a familiar street with pedestrians coming and going. In the distance, he could see a few restaurants with smoke rising from their chimneys. "What on earth is going on?" Lu Mingfei looked down at his palms and muttered to himself, "Everything that just happened... was it really just a dream? Why does it feel so real?" He closed his eyes and tried to recall those scenes again, but found that the memories flowed through his fingers like water. The harder he tried to hold on to them, the more blurred they became. At this moment, there was a sound of brisk footsteps behind him. Lu Mingfei turned around and saw a familiar figure walking slowly towards him. It’s Lu Mingze. He was wearing a black suit, with his hands in his pockets and a meaningful smile on his face. His arrival seemed out of tune with everything around him, and even time seemed to have stopped for a moment because of his appearance. "Brother, do you want to stay here?" Lu Mingze asked softly while standing beside Lu Mingfei. "This place may be fake, but it can also be real. If you want, I will restart the timeline and make everything real. This is my compensation to my brother. Those memories made him so painful, so let's forget them and start over." Lu Mingfei was stunned, his eyes fixed on Lu Mingze in front of him. His heart suddenly beat, as if resisting Lu Mingze's words. He looked at Lu Mingze's familiar and indifferent face. Although his tone was so gentle, even with a kind of pity, he felt a deep uneasiness, as if something sharp was gently scratching his soul. "Restart the timeline?" Lu Mingfei repeated in a low voice, with undisguised doubt and vigilance in his tone. "Yes." Lu Mingze nodded, the smile on his lips was still gentle, but there was a dark light in his eyes, "I know how much pain you feel, brother. Those memories of the battlefield, those unbearable responsibilities... They have already crushed you. You don't need to endure it anymore. As long as you are willing, I can make it all happen again." “Start over again?” Lu Mingfei’s throat tightened slightly. He stared at Lu Mingze with a complicated look in his eyes. “Let all this become… real?” "Yes, brother." Lu Mingze nodded slowly, with a certain bewitching tone in his voice, "Look, you are now living the life you want most, aren't you? The sun is warm, the classroom is quiet, Chen Wenwen is still doing homework beside you, there is no war, no killing, no painful memories that make you toss and turn. As long as you nod, I will completely restart the timeline, make all this become the real world, let you stay here forever, and live a peaceful life of your own." Lu Mingfei fell silent. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were still white and slender, like those of an ordinary high school student. But deep in his mind, a distant and deep voice kept echoing. That voice belonged to the battlefield, to the flames, to destruction, and to himself who was holding a knife and facing the gods.
"Something's wrong..." Lu Mingfei muttered in his heart, and his fists slowly clenched. He felt a huge contradiction. On the one hand, he really longed for this kind of peace - attending classes in the classroom, the sun shining through the window, Chen Wenwen's smile... All of this was irresistible, but on the other hand, his instinct was frantically reminding him that all of this was just a false bubble, or even a trap. "If I promised you..." Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Lu Mingze, "Then what would happen to me in the past? All those battles, all those sacrifices...what do they mean?" Lu Mingze was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "You in the past? You in the past are dead, brother. The person who struggled in blood and destruction has long been dragged down by these memories. Why do you still cling to those pains? Isn't it better to choose to stay here? This is where you belong, where you will be truly happy." "Happiness..." Lu Mingfei murmured, his eyes drifting out the window. He saw the blue sky and white clouds, the pedestrians on the street, and everything in the classroom. However, although these scenes were beautiful, they were always covered by a layer of mist, making him feel particularly unreal. "Lu Mingze." Lu Mingfei suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why do you want me to stay here so much?" "Because I am your younger brother. Seeing my brother like this, the so-called throne seems to have no meaning anymore." Lu Mingfei was silent. He stared at Lu Mingze in front of him, trying to find some answer from the other's eyes. "Brother?" He repeated in a low voice, with a hint of doubt and disbelief in his tone. His gaze was fixed on Lu Mingze's face. Those familiar eyes were now full of tenderness and sadness. (End of this chapter)